The Silent Sword
A Place I Call Home
How much I've grown
In this place I've known,
A wonderful place, a place called Home.
How all we've changed,
In looks and names.
How I wished for all that came.
Coming of age,
I turn the page,
Melting through this iron cage.
Let me run,
For I am done,
Now I hate what has become.
Let me leave,
Let me live,
Let me flee all that we did.
Here I find,
Heavy whispers haunt my mind.
A place of woe,
A place of foes,
A horrid place, a place called home....
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Tainted and torn,
when I leave,
I'm not returning.
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